Well, well, well.....it looks like I've got some unposted aunt stories that I'd skipped! They're not in the same league as some of my other tickles with her, but for completeness I'll post them here. It also means that I get to relive them some more! Enjoy, folks...
It was Christmas 2001, and my aunt and uncle had come down to visit for New Year's Eve. It was the first time that I'd seen my aunt after my experience with her in 1999, which still remains my best tickling experience with her. Would I be able to have a decent crack at her feet and relive the moment?
We would see.
A few days had gone by and I'd not even as much as seen my aunt's feet. This is itself was unusual, as she would be shoeless SOME of the time at least! However, as everyone was always around there was never a right moment to try my luck. Finally, after a week or so of anticipation I decided to take matters into my own hands - literally! I was going upstairs to my room, which my aunt and uncle were using while they stayed, relegating me to the couch. My mum was asleep, my dad and uncle were watching TV and my aunt was in my room. She'd got dressed after getting out of the shower and sat on the bed drying her hair. Fully dressed....except for HER SHOES! Black cardigan, white t shirt, black trousers and black tights, her stocking feet resting on the floor. I went into my room (after knocking on the door first, to make sure she was decent!) on the pretence of looking for a CD or video game. They were on the bottom shelf of a cabinet, which presented to me not only with a great shot of her stocking feet, but also easy access to them!
I apologised for disturbing her, which she was fine with, and as I carried on 'looking' for the non existent CD I reached out and gave her instep a little tickle. She gasped a little bit, and asked me to stop as somebody might come in. I looked up at her and smiled, and carried on tickling. I ran my fingers along her stocking soles, looking at my aunt to check her reactions. She then asked me again to stop, but was laughing at her predicament as she was having difficulty concentrating on drying her hair! I carried on tickling for a minute more or so, and then lifted her left her foot to gain access to her sole! I gently scampered my fingers over her heel, instep and toes while my aunt protested but had a big smile on her face. I then lifted her other leg and pushed her back gently onto the bed, so that her black stocking soles were directly facing me. I asked my aunt if it felt good, and although she said yes I soon stopped before I got caught or before she got mad!
I left the room feeling refreshed and revitalised, and knew that I'd have to get her feet again.....which I did, the following day, but more on that later!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
It was Christmas 2001, and my aunt and uncle had come down to visit for New Year's Eve. It was the first time that I'd seen my aunt after my experience with her in 1999, which still remains my best tickling experience with her. Would I be able to have a decent crack at her feet and relive the moment?
We would see.
A few days had gone by and I'd not even as much as seen my aunt's feet. This is itself was unusual, as she would be shoeless SOME of the time at least! However, as everyone was always around there was never a right moment to try my luck. Finally, after a week or so of anticipation I decided to take matters into my own hands - literally! I was going upstairs to my room, which my aunt and uncle were using while they stayed, relegating me to the couch. My mum was asleep, my dad and uncle were watching TV and my aunt was in my room. She'd got dressed after getting out of the shower and sat on the bed drying her hair. Fully dressed....except for HER SHOES! Black cardigan, white t shirt, black trousers and black tights, her stocking feet resting on the floor. I went into my room (after knocking on the door first, to make sure she was decent!) on the pretence of looking for a CD or video game. They were on the bottom shelf of a cabinet, which presented to me not only with a great shot of her stocking feet, but also easy access to them!
I apologised for disturbing her, which she was fine with, and as I carried on 'looking' for the non existent CD I reached out and gave her instep a little tickle. She gasped a little bit, and asked me to stop as somebody might come in. I looked up at her and smiled, and carried on tickling. I ran my fingers along her stocking soles, looking at my aunt to check her reactions. She then asked me again to stop, but was laughing at her predicament as she was having difficulty concentrating on drying her hair! I carried on tickling for a minute more or so, and then lifted her left her foot to gain access to her sole! I gently scampered my fingers over her heel, instep and toes while my aunt protested but had a big smile on her face. I then lifted her other leg and pushed her back gently onto the bed, so that her black stocking soles were directly facing me. I asked my aunt if it felt good, and although she said yes I soon stopped before I got caught or before she got mad!
I left the room feeling refreshed and revitalised, and knew that I'd have to get her feet again.....which I did, the following day, but more on that later!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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And then you could have just signed the house over to your wife... 
